by Claire Adams
CONCLUSION
EMMA
Nicholas stared at me for a long time. I guess he was in shock, but I was suddenly worried that maybe another child wasn’t what he wanted when he said, “I thought you were using birth control.”
“I was, but sometimes these things happen. Are you disappointed?”
“Are you kidding? Disappointed? No way!” He pulled me up into his arms and held me almost too tightly. “I love you. I love Gabriel.” He bent down and kissed my belly and said, “I love this little prince or princess, too. I couldn’t possibly be any happier.”
“I’m so glad. I feel the same way.”
He brought his lips down to mine and gave me a real kiss then. All the heat and the passion and the love I’d felt in his kisses before put together couldn’t have matched the intensity of that one. When he broke it and looked down at me, I saw him almost through a haze that had settled down over me.
He smiled and looked at me with those sexy, blue eyes and said, “Technically this was supposed to be our wedding night. Do I finally get to make love to my wife?” It had been several weeks since we made love. I’d been picking fights over silly things every chance I got. Although I’d been excited about the wedding and our plans, I’d remained emotional.
I had been like that when I was pregnant with Gabriel, too, but I’d written that off to how miserable I was with Miguel. The doctor told me it was normal, my hormones were raging and sometimes even sex was too much.
“I’m so sorry I’ve been so mean.”
He laughed. “You’re never mean, but I do feel like I’m dying-”
I captured the rest of his words with my mouth and we put away all talk of anything else. For that moment, it was just Nicholas and I in a vacuum. He already had my nightgown bunched up in his big hands and was pulling it off of me. I raised my arms to help him, and he tossed it to the side.
He looked down at me with the same reverence and awe he had in those gorgeous eyes the first time he ever saw me and not for the first time, I wondered how I’d gotten so lucky. Some people never even find love and I’d not only found it, I’d found the perfect one…my soul mate.
He put his lips on my neck and kissed a hot trail down to my breasts. As soon as he got there, I felt his full lips close down around one of my nipples and I let out a gasp. A jolt of electricity surged from that spot down between my legs and that quickly, my panties were soaked.
While he licked and sucked at one breast, he reached down and began peeling off my panties. He got them down to the tops of my thighs and I took over and pushed them the rest of the way off. Then I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pressed his head harder into my chest urging him on. He sucked harder and even nibbled at them. I was in ecstasy. My husband’s lips, teeth and tongue could do amazing things.
Once he’d attacked both breasts and tortured them equally, he sat up and pushed off his own pajama pants. He leaned back down and kissed me again, hard and passionately conveying everything he felt about me and negating any of the stupid questions I had in my head over the past few weeks.
I reached down while his hands and mouth continued to tantalize my body and I found his rock-hard erection. I slipped my hand around it and reveled in the sound of his groan and the feel of the vibrations of it against my chest and in my mouth.
I began to stroke him from base to tip slowly as his hand came down between my legs and he dipped a finger into my wetness. I let out a little gasp when he slid it inside of me. A second finger was soon to follow and he crooked it until he found my G-spot.
I was glad he was still covering my mouth with his because I may have screamed at that moment and woken up the baby. He’s so fucking good. He started moving his fingers and I was so lost in that, I hadn’t realized he’d slid down my body so that his face was now between my thighs.
I spread them wider and while he finger-fucked me, he leaned in and sucked my clit into his mouth. I had to grab the pillow and stuff it in my mouth to bite down on it. Every nerve cell in my body was firing off and God, it would have felt so good to scream right about then. I realized that in my own throes of passion I’d just been holding onto his hard cock. It throbbed in my hand, begging for attention and I wasn’t going to disappoint.
“Nicholas, turn around.” He pulled his face up and grinned at me. It was something we’d never done before, but he didn’t hesitate. When he was positioned with his knees on either side of my head I let my tongue come out and I softly licked the wet head of his cock.
He clamped down hard on my clit and I sucked his cock into my mouth in one big gulp just to fill it up to stop the noise I still wanted to make. I licked and sucked while he moved his hips sexily and continued to lick and suck and move his fingers in and out of me.
Before long, I was being assaulted by one of the longest and hardest orgasms of my life. It rocked me to my very core and while I came I sucked Nick like I never have before. He was making noises I’d never heard him make when I finished coming and lay there quivering but still with his erection twitching between my lips.
He moved in and out of my throat a few more times before finally turning back around. I grabbed his face between my hands and licked my own juices off of it and off of his sweet lips and then I shoved my tongue in his mouth and tasted me in there. I loved tasting myself on him because I loved knowing I was completely his and him completely mine.
As we kissed, he positioned himself between my legs and I realized that nothing in the world felt safer to me than the weight of my husband’s gorgeous body above mine. He reached down and took hold of his erection and teased my wet lips with it, slapping at my clit several times before finally, at last, sliding it inside of me.
My pussy automatically gripped onto him as tightly as she could. God, I love the way he fills me up. I love knowing that no one will ever go where he has been again.
I arched my back up as he pushed down and once he was all the way inside of me, he rotated his hips and pulled back halfway only to plunge in again with another sexy move of his hips. I was trying to move with him, but I needed him so badly I was afraid my movements were simply frenetic.
He sat up higher and reached down and took my hips in his hands and held me tightly as he began to move faster and enter me harder. Each thrust hit bottom and sent shivers through my body.
I don’t know how long he lasted, but I’d already come two more times before I heard him growl out my name and pull me up into him. He covered my mouth with his and as I sat straight up on his lap, he filled me up. He came as long and hard as I had the first time. We’d missed each other, and after we finished another earth-shattering kiss, I said,
“We’re never going that long without sex again.”
“Agreed,” he said breathlessly.
“Even if I’m mean.”
He laughed. “You’re never mean. Ornery maybe.” He lowered me down on the bed and before disengaging and climbing off of me he gave me another kiss. Looking into my eyes he said, “We’re going to have an amazing life from here on out, Your Grace.”
I laughed; he’d finally gotten it right. “Yes, we are.”
That’s the end of the . Below I included 4 of my previous books to read as a free bonus.
Click here to continue to my next book.
Get Each of My Newly Released Books for 99 Cents By Clicking Here
Click here to get my book Swipe for free
GAMED BOX SET
By Claire Adams
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 Claire Adams
PART 1
CHAPTER ONE
Quinn
His face on the magazine cover kept eclipsing my textbook. I recognized him from high school, junior high school actually, and t
he thrill of seeing him again was more exciting than gross anatomy. I tried to tell myself it was the magazine that was grabbing my attention. I had obsessed over the new hit multi-player online game Dark Flag since it came out. Owen Redd was rising to dominance as the game's first clan leader. He was a star in the gamer community.
And my sister's boyfriend, I reminded myself.
I never understood how he put up with Sienna. She had wanted to change him from the moment they met. My perfect sister, with her stellar G.P.A. and her driving ambition to be a surgeon, wanted her boyfriend to be more than a gamer. I always suspected she started dating him as a challenge. Sienna was always trying to improve, perfect, and control the world around her. Owen struck me as another project she took on – change the school's most popular rebel into the prom king. She kept a framed picture of their prom court on the desk in her dorm. Owen's crown was crooked, but he and Sienna were still together.
I wondered if she knew he was on the cover of a magazine. Sienna would not be impressed, but it really was a big deal. I reached for my phone.
"The studying going well?" my roommate asked.
"Can you believe the professor gives us a quiz at the start of every class? Seems cruel," I said.
Darla shook her head and laughed. "I heard he charts the quiz scores on a board."
I groaned. My sister's name was on the top of that board and I could not help but look at it every time I sat down to struggle through another quiz.
Darla gave my long hair a sympathetic tug. "Have you ever considered changing your major? I know nursing is a noble profession, but as far as I can see, you don't like anything about it."
"I like it," I said. "It’s just a lot of memorizing and papers and sitting around studying new research. There's not a lot of, I don't know, action to it."
"Well, if you're looking for action, I heard there's a Dark Flag party over in the basement of the Mathematics lab," Darla said.
My roommate was the opposite of me in many ways – an art major with a concentration in textiles – but she was also a gamer. I stood up to lead the way out the door.
"Wait, you forgot your phone," Darla stopped me. "Ugh, I think your advisor is calling."
I looked at the caller ID and bit my lip. Alice Bonton had a sixth sense about when I was going to do something fun instead of study. There was no reason I couldn’t let the call go to voicemail, except my father's nagging motto: never put off for tomorrow what you can deal with right now.
"Ms. Alice, how is your evening?" I asked. Darla shrugged her shoulders and left without me.
"Quinn, I'm glad I caught you. I mean, I'm not glad, I'm just grateful you answered your phone," my advisor said.
"If this is about skipping class last week, its sounds much worse than it was. I was actually volunteering my time down at the blood drive. I just forgot to get a volunteer form signed," I said.
"Skipping class again? That's the fourth time this month. That's once a week. Quinn, I'm concerned. I know this isn't the time to discuss it, but–" her voice cracked. "I'm not sure how to do this."
"I can make up all the work, I promise. I'm studying right now. Literally, the book is open in front of me. I love nursing, I really do. I've just been distracted lately." I stopped myself before I started talking about the new game. My college advisor would not be impressed to hear how dedicated I was to a new online game.
"When was the last time you went home? Spent any time with your family?"
"I don't know, fall break? So, well, I guess about a month," I said. "But I'm going home for Thanksgiving. Sienna wants to stay on campus, but I agreed to go home. I'm in charge of making the gravy. Sienna makes the best stuffing, but she's only staying on campus to get a head start on studying for finals. She's pre-med and wants to be a surgeon."
There was silence on the other end of the line. Finally, when I had held my breath long enough to see a few stars creeping around the edges of my vision, my advisor said, "I know you look up to your sister, but I hope you have considered finding your own path."
I could feel dread hanging over the conversation. Ms. Alice's words were heavy and she struggled to speak. The same weight settled over me. "Am I getting kicked out of the nursing program?"
"What?" my advisor asked. "No. I mean, I don't know, the skipping class is getting out of hand. I just think now is a good time for you to consider what you really want to do. You shouldn't stick with a major just because of family expectations. Instead of following in your sister's footsteps–"
"Ms. Alice, are you alright? Maybe I should make an appointment during your office hours," I said. "I'm going online right now to put in the request. I don't want to take up any more of your time this evening."
"Wait, Quinn, I'm calling late for a reason," my advisor said. She cleared her throat and paused again.
"Oh no! You're right. I didn't know how late it was! I promised a friend I would cover his shift at the front desk of our dorm. I gotta go, Ms. Alice. I'm sorry. Thanks for your concern. We'll talk soon!" I hung up the phone and put it down as if it burned my hand.
I was never rude and I never lied, but I had been both to Ms. Alice for no discernible reason. Something in her heavy tone and her pauses made me nervous. I looked at the clock. It was past ten o'clock on a weeknight. My stomach twisted. Why would my college advisor be calling so late?
I stood up and brushed my hair back, doing my best impression of my sister's hair flip. Sienna never let other people bother her. My sister would have cut the strange phone call short twenty seconds after it started. On the other hand, I was wracked with guilt. I felt as if Ms. Alice was trying to tell me something and I had not done a good job of helping her spit it out.
Despite the guilt, I brushed my hair and got ready to join Darla at the gamer party. I moved quickly and was out the door before I could even shut my abandoned textbook.
"Oh, sorry. Excuse me," I said.
The taller of the campus security guards held up both hands. "Whoa, slow down. Are you Quinn Thomas?"
My stomach turned sour. "Yes?"
"Your advisor is Alice Bonton?" he asked.
"Yes. Wait, what's going on?" I asked.
His rotund partner shoved his hands in his pockets and scowled. "Your advisor needs you to meet her at Alton Tower. We're here to give you a lift. That's all we know."
"Please come with us, Ms. Thomas." The taller guard stepped aside and ushered me past.
I took a step before I saw the sharp look pass between the two men. "What is this all about? Has something happened?"
Neither said a single word more. I fought the urge to run and instead walked downstairs and out the front doors. The fat guard waved a thick hand towards the campus vehicle. My feet froze and an angry buzzing started in my ears. The taller guard stepped around me and opened the passenger side door, relegating his partner to the backseat.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
The lanky man folded himself into the driver's seat. Instead of answering, he turned the key in the ignition. I tried to close my eyes and take a calming breath, but an incessant flashing of lights stopped me. An ambulance drove past and joined the whirling lights of a police car not far away.
Alton Tower. That's where the guard said my advisor was waiting. I knew it because it was my sister's dorm.
The campus vehicle bucked the curb and drove right onto the lawn outside Alton Tower. Another campus security Jeep, the police car, and the ambulance blocked the front door of the dorm. I sat in the car, not sure where I was supposed to go.
Ms. Alice appeared, skittering around the front of the police car. She ran up to my door, and I could see she was talking before she opened it. "Quinn, I'm so sorry, but I was afraid you wouldn't answer if I called back."
"What is going on?" I asked. I gripped the side of the passenger seat and refused to get out.
"There's been a… Um, well, an accident," my advisor said. She reached for my hand.
"My sister? Is Sienna alright?" I slapp
ed away Ms. Alice's hand and vaulted from the security vehicle. The rotund security guard tried to stop me, but he was too slow getting out of the backseat.
"Wait, Quinn, stop. Let me tell you what happened," Ms. Alice said.
The raw agony in her voice made me stop, but I could not turn around. She slipped around to stand in front of me and held out her hands. I crossed my arms tightly and waited for my advisor to speak.
"Sienna committed suicide tonight."
I laughed. The sound fired out of me. The two security guards backed off as if I brandished a gun. "That can't be right. Sienna would never do that."
"Quinn, I'm so sorry. Her roommate came back from the library and found her in the bathtub–"
"She slit her wrists?" I asked. The world was spinning away and getting smaller. It felt as if everything around me was shrinking onto a television screen and some terrible after school special was on.
"Please, Quinn, come sit down," my advisor begged.
I yanked my arm away from her reaching hands. Before my thoughts returned to my body, I had started running. I dodged around the ambulance before the fat guard could catch up. His lanky partner tried to cut me off on the front steps, but I spun out of his reach. The guards keeping the front hall clear were too shocked to move. I slammed into the stairwell and ran up two steps at a time.
Sienna lived on the second floor at the end of the hall.
"Quinn, no! That's her sister," Sienna's roommate cried as I ran past where she sat wrapped in a blanket in the stairwell. The EMTs in the doorway called out, but I could not stop.
A detective in a gray suit looked up as I barreled through the door of Sienna's dorm room. His bright badge and ashen face stopped me.
"Is it true?" I asked.
"You're the sister?" he asked. His gray eyes swept towards the bathroom door. "I wouldn't."
He made no move to stop me, seeming to understand that I had to see for myself. I lurched towards the bathroom and stopped two feet short of the threshold. A wet puddle of bath water mixed with dark blood inched towards the door.